[The Illusion of Desire]
Do you love Olivia?
Theodore thought not. He had already admitted to himself that the woman he had intended to give his heart to was a phantom from the very beginning.
But emotions were not something one could control simply by deciding to. He had tried to hate Olivia, but failed; he had tried not to desire her, but he craved her with a maddening intensity.
It was impossible to stop loving her just because he willed it so. Even knowing the woman he sought did not exist, he had come here just to see her face, and even while thinking he was merely being toyed with, he could not restrain himself.
He gripped Olivia’s cheeks, pulling her toward him, and pressed his lips against hers. Without needing to be coaxed to open, her lips parted first. He pushed his tongue into her hot, wet mouth, wrapping it firmly around the root of her tongue and pulling her toward him.
“Ugh.”
Olivia let out a small moan at the slight sting. Theodore pulled her face closer with one hand while sliding his other hand into her hair, caressing it as if to soothe her.
They bit at each other’s lips, their breaths mingling. Whether the feelings they held for one another were illusions or not, it didn’t matter in this moment. Their tangled tongues clung to each other, sweet and thick like melted honeycomb.
Olivia took off her robe. Her thin, white muslin nightgown clung to her body, revealing elegant curves. Theodore’s hand, which had been supporting the nape of her neck, slid down to trace her back before gripping her hips.
“Haa.”
Even as their lips parted, they only let out short, hot breaths; neither spoke a word. They knew that if they spoke, they would be forced to think of reality.
While Theodore stripped off his jacket and vest, Olivia untied his tie and sank her teeth into his exposed neck. His cool, masculine scent seeped into her very lungs.
Theodore’s member, pressed against her, was already erect, pushing against her lower abdomen. Olivia, clutching the hem of his shirt, rose on her tiptoes, biting at his neckline again before stealing his lips once more.
Having lost all self-control, Theodore lifted her by the hips. Olivia did not stop kissing him. She bit at his lips and nose, caressed his face with her hands, and used her fingers to pry open his teeth, exploring the inside of his mouth.
It was all just human skin and mucous membranes wet with saliva, so why was the inside of Theodore’s mouth so ecstatic and pleasant? Her mind felt paralyzed, unable to form a single thought.
With hurried steps, Theodore moved to the bed and laid her down as if to topple her. He then deeply sucked on the fingers she had placed in his mouth, leaving teeth marks on her ring finger.
“Mm-ng.”
Even though it wasn’t a particularly sensitive area, Olivia let out a fragile moan. A fresh, warm pool of arousal welled up between her already-damp legs.
He scanned her body with feverish eyes. Olivia was as beautiful as ever, not a single bit different from what he remembered. It was hard to believe he had once opened and entered that body.
Olivia reached out and pushed his shirt over his shoulders. He obediently shed his shirt and tossed it carelessly under the bed.
His hard, sculpted body was revealed to Olivia’s eyes. She gasped, pulling at his waist. She felt a sense of urgency, as if stopping her hands now would mean losing the heat of the moment.
Theodore bent his waist over her, undoing his buttons with one hand. When he took her rising, firm breast into his mouth, Olivia let out shallow, wheezing breaths. As he greedily bit and pressed his tongue against the nipple protruding through the single layer of muslin, Olivia gripped his hair.
It wasn’t a gesture meant to stop him, so he held her waist with one hand and covered her other breast with his free hand, stimulating both nipples simultaneously.
“Hng….”
Olivia let out a thin sound and raised her knees. The heat pooling in her groin turned into an impatience that made it difficult to keep her thighs still.
“U-uh, ng.”
Every time Theodore heard her moans, he had to struggle to suppress the desire that threatened to run wild within him.
He wanted to make her feel good. He didn’t want to hurt her, blinded by his own greed as he had been last time.
The nightgown over her breast was wet in a circle, her nipple standing out red. Olivia felt her breast swelling until it ached. He bit down hard on her other breast, pressing his knee firmly between her legs.
Olivia tightened her grip on his hair. As the stimulation surged rapidly, she twisted her body and lifted her hips, causing his knee to press precisely against her clitoris.
“U-uung.”
Without realizing it, she twitched her lower body as if rubbing her sex against it. Because she was pulling on his hair, Theodore was forced to give up caressing her breasts and lift his head.
Olivia pulled his lips to hers and wrapped her legs around his waist. The hem of her nightgown slipped down, revealing her slim, white thighs.
Theodore slid his thick fingers between her underwear.
It was only natural, as she was already soaked, but her entrance was full of arousal. He moved his fingers, scraping against the crevice. For the first time, Olivia couldn’t hold back her voice.
“Now…!”
Theodore thought he was being too impatient, but he could no longer hold back.
He pulled out his member, which had been swollen to the point of bursting, and rubbed it a few times as if to coat it with the arousal on his fingers. Then, pushing aside her underwear, he pressed himself in.
“U-uh, ng…!”
It was just as tight as the first time, but both of them knew she could fully accept him.
At the sensation of his thick flesh pushing into her, stretching the entrance, Olivia squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms and legs around Theodore. The deep contact sent stimulation through her that made her throat tremble.
“Haa. …Ah, haa.”
Theodore let out a ragged breath, entering slowly, but halfway through, he couldn’t resist and thrust himself in all at once. Olivia’s body jolted as if struggling.
“Aah!”
“Ha, ugh.”
Clutching her body tightly, Theodore let out a short groan. Her soft, damp passage coiled around his member, sucking him in.
From the point of their union, a desire even greater than the pleasure surged forth. Theodore, wanting to touch even a fraction more of her inside, thrust as deeply as he could and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Olivia accepted it ecstatically.
Tongues intertwined, bodies held tight, their most intimate parts pressed together. In this moment, thoughts were of no use. The hot flesh in his arms could not be an illusion.
Theodore even forgot that words would bring reality crashing back in.
“Via, Via….”
He called the name he had been craving all along, digging deeper into her body. As if the sound of him calling her name was a stimulation in itself, Olivia felt the pleasure in her ears, and she heard his voice with lips that rubbed against his and then fell away.
The thing that had dug deep, stretching her inside, moved slowly, stimulating her vaginal walls. With every movement, she felt the wet, squelching sounds through her own body.
“Mm-ng, fast…!”
Driven by desperation, she urged him on. Theodore let out a feverish sigh and began to move his waist slowly.
“Ah, ng, ah!”
“Via, haa.”
Every time his thick, long member thrust into her rhythmically, Olivia couldn’t help but let out cries. Soon, Theodore gritted his teeth, supported her hips, and thrust violently inside her.
“Ah, h-hick, ah-hng, ah…!”
Every thrust embedded pleasure into her body, and every withdrawal left her moaning at the tantalizing stimulation. She wanted to trap him inside her, so she hugged him with her whole body, but she couldn’t stay still.
“Ah, aah! Ah!”
Unable to handle the pleasure, Olivia thrashed and raked her fingernails down Theodore’s back. Theodore groaned and hurriedly pulled himself out of her body.
“Kuh…!”
As if she had suddenly lost something she had been savoring, Olivia’s entrance pulsed, leaking arousal.
Theodore tried to move away in a hurry, but Olivia’s arms and legs were still wrapped around him. He ended up releasing his seed against her thighs.